I picked the first rhubarb of the season yesterday. It’s the earliest I’ve ever picked it, it’s out in the open garden, I don’t force my rhubarb to bring it on early. I guess it’s the relatively warm and wet winter we’ve had.
I did a drawing eight years ago just as the rhubarb was starting to come through the ground – it’s almost three weeks later than the thick robust stems I picked over the weekend.
Then I made a crumble. Husb had it with lashings of custard. I don’t eat rhubarb. It has it’s original ancient medicinal effect on me – a laxative!
